Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Index,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.